The Broken Yang Mountains, another popular place for training in the outer courtyard. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking up is the high mountain, you can't see the edge at a glance, the sharp peaks go straight to the end of the sky, one after another, stretching continuously, this is the Broken Yang Mountain Range. In the shade of the mountain, the sun is not seen all day, so the accumulation of the whole year has formed a road glacier, and the morning sun side looks up, it is green and shady, and the climate is pleasant, forming a sharp drop.

After Han Zhonglin left from Qianbo Lake, he turned back to the west, crossed a line of sky, and ran towards the Broken Yang Mountain Range.

When he arrived at the Broken Yang Mountain Range, Han Zhonglin deeply felt what a high mountain was. The lowest peak in the Broken Yang Mountains is also thousands of zhang high, and the high one is ten thousand zhang high, which is rare, and the word "Broken Yang" lives up to its name.

A cyan light flew low through the mountains. Because the mountains are too high, between each mountain and the other, a natural tuyere is formed, and the higher it flies, the stronger the wind will be, so Han Zhonglin does not dare to fly high.

"What a strange peak!" Han Zhonglin exclaimed.

A long and narrow mountain peak in front of it is like a sharp sword, reaching straight into the sky, invisibly exuding an amazing momentum.

Many mountains in the Broken Yang Mountains will have different feelings when viewed from different directions. Some are like a napping dragon lying on a coiled back, some are like a lonely woman watching lonely, and some are like a sea pen holder, each with its own characteristics.

After passing through the Broken Yang Mountains, Han Zhonglin arrived at the destination of his trip, the Broken Yang Plain.

The Broken Yang Plain is a flat and open land with a radius of thousands of miles, which naturally forms endless grasslands, and the rivers are all over the grasslands, and the open plains have formed patches of shallows under the alluvium of the rivers for many years.

Han Zhonglin found a shallow beach and landed his sword light.

This is a small shoal, the smooth sandy soil is particularly comfortable to step on, and the river flows quietly, and many green reeds grow in it.

"Goo..."

Han Zhonglin walked to the river, took a sip of water and drank it, and a mellow sweetness spread from the tip of his tongue.

Standing up and looking into the distance, there was a vast expanse of tall grass, Han Zhonglin released his divine sense again, and everything within a radius of two miles came into his mind. The rats that "squeak" in the big holes, the white-haired spiders that climb on the spider web to bind their prey, the yellow swallows that are inciting their wings to fly quickly, everything. Han Zhonglin's body and mind are completely integrated into this small world, there is no hustle and bustle, all he hears in his ears is the natural sound, and what he feels is the most natural face.

Since hiking through Moyangtian, Han Zhonglin's mood has become closer and closer to nature, and his every move has a unique charm, which conforms to the rhythm of nature, and the whole person exudes an ethereal atmosphere.

"The swallow falls flat and the grass is low, and the wind is displaced, if you ask where to go, Yun Chi is interested. ”

Han Zhonglin's heart moved, a poem came out, and the cyan sword light rose under his feet, crouched on the grass, and walked leisurely ahead.

"The humane immortals come without a trace, the traces of our immortals appear, who knows the bumpy road, only the heart is solid and strong..."

A leisurely song rippled on the uninhabited Broken Sun Plain, drifting into the distance with the wind, although he didn't know how many people could hear it, but everywhere he went, all kinds of creatures on the entire plain were his listeners.

"The dust is long, the crowd is long, the truth is enshrined, the five elements are prosperous, the yin and yang are divided, the creation is created, the body is forgotten, the heart is planted, the gods are hidden, the mirror heart, the vanity is dispelled, and the beginning of my way is also..."

The cyan light slowly walked forward, Han Zhonglin's eyes were closed, and a trace of realization suddenly flashed in his heart.

"Fu Xin Seed, Tibetan God Cheng..."

After two or three years of cultivation, the "Fu Xin Method" finally stepped into another realm - the realm of hidden gods at this coincidental moment.

There is no joy or sorrow in his heart, he is always undisturbed, everything happens naturally, without the slightest pretentiousness and artificiality, without the slightest distraction and old thoughts, this is the change of his mental realm.

When he opened his eyes, it was still the vast grassland, and Han Zhonglin found that he had a sense of affection for this piece of heaven and earth, and his divine sense no longer needed to be deliberately manipulated, as if he was wielding freely as an arm, it was a part of his body.

As soon as Han Zhonglin's left palm was raised, a cyan whirlwind suddenly appeared in his palm, and the surrounding heaven and earth vitality surged frantically towards his palm at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cyan whirlwind became bigger and bigger, Han Zhonglin's mind moved, the whirlwind stayed in front of him, his body moved, and the next moment he appeared in the whirlwind, Han Zhonglin actually put away the wind tooth sword.

The cyan wind swirl slowly rose, rolling Han Zhonglin's body towards a high place. Driving the wind whirlwind is like a wind tooth sword, you can go against the wind, this is the performance of the Yuyuan method, Han Zhonglin made a bold attempt under his whim, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"Is this the power that induces the power of heaven and earth? Sure enough, it's not comparable to the ordinary Imperial Yuan realm!" Han Zhonglin muttered.

Thinking in his heart, the cyan wind whirlwind suddenly exploded, turning into vitality and pouring into Han Zhonglin's body.

Without any support, Han Zhonglin's body suddenly fell rapidly, falling from a height of several hundred zhang, even a monk in the middle stage of qi refining had to become a meat puree.

The body was still falling rapidly, and he was about to fall to the grass in the blink of an eye, when suddenly a cyan light flew out of Han Zhonglin's sleeve, and Han Zhonglin suddenly flew up again, driving the light straight into the sky.

Thinking back to the scene just now, Han Zhonglin found that his divine sense, the use of Yuan Force, had stepped into a new level, which he had not expected at all.

Half an hour later, Han Zhonglin flew into the mountains again.

"It's almost out of the Broken Sun Mountain Range. ”

The Broken Yang Plain is a small plain in the Broken Yang Mountains, and it is still a vast mountain after passing through the plain.

"It's better to go to Fengyun Valley for a while!" Han Zhonglin suddenly thought of another place to practice—Fengyun Valley.

Qianbo Town and Qingfeng Gorge are places where ordinary disciples from the outer courtyard often go to practice, and there are very few disciples who come to the Broken Yang Mountain Range to practice, because the endless mountains alone are not easy to climb. And the Fengyun Valley in the north of the Broken Yang Mountain Range is not so much a place of experience in the outer courtyard as it is a dangerous place, of course, for ordinary outer court disciples.

Han Zhonglin's sword light turned, and he turned to the north.

Half a day later, Han Zhonglin landed on a high mountain, and in front of him was a small valley. A line of heaven is a long and narrow valley, and the valley in front of it is in the shape of a gourd, and there are thick black clouds floating above the gourd, and thunder and lightning are splitting from time to time.

"This is a thunderbolt slash, I'm afraid it will be a form and god will be wiped out. ”

"It is worthy of being called Fengyun Valley, that thick dark cloud has gathered all year round and has not dispersed, I don't know where the word "wind" comes from? This Fengyun Valley is a good place to practice thunder and thunder!"

The body moved, like a fallen leaf, and fell towards the valley. After some pondering and trying, Han Zhonglin found that by triggering the momentum of heaven and earth and wrapping Yuan Force around his body, he could fly with Yuan, just like the Wind Whirlwind Fly, but the speed was much slower than that of Edgeworth's flight.

After entering the Valley of Wind and Cloud, Han Zhonglin found that because of the reason that there was no sunlight all day long, his vision was a little gray, which made people feel extremely depressed. But the aura in the valley is very strong, and the water element power in the heaven and earth is full, and there is a trace of bursting power in it.

The plants in the valley are dense, and the line of sight is not good, Han Zhonglin does not dare to be negligent, his divine sense is all over the hundred zhang, beware of capsizing in the gutter.

As he was moving forward, he heard a bright light flash in front of him, followed by a loud bang.

"Click!"

Han Zhonglin's heart was suddenly startled, and after a few breaths, he appeared in front of a charred black tree. Several large trees were broken, and the broken ones were charred and blackened, and green smoke was emitting.

"Sure enough, the clouds above here will be bombarded with lightning at any time, and there is no pattern to follow. ”

"Hiss..."

Just when Han Zhonglin lost his mind and thought, there was a violent sound of thin ropes behind him.

When he turned around, he saw a bloody mouth rushing towards him, and as soon as his body moved, Han Zhonglin appeared in mid-air, and the black light in his hand flashed, and the prey was cut in two.

It turned out to be a triangular python with a body of more than ten zhang long, and Han Zhonglin had already discovered its existence. Of course, a fourth-level demon beast, the matter between raising his hands can't be put in his heart.

Moving on, in order to reduce unnecessary trouble, this time Han Zhonglin completely put away his breath.

After a quarter of an hour, Han Zhonglin came to a low-lying place. This low-lying area is more than ten feet lower than the surrounding area, and there is no tall vegetation in it, and it looks bare, which is caused by man-made.

After walking a mile, Han Zhonglin found a thatched house not far ahead, and he didn't know if there was anyone in it.

Gathering his breath, Han Zhonglin sent out a divine sense to probe forward, and when he approached the thatched house, Han Zhonglin found that there was a fierce and wild murderous aura floating around the thatched house.

"Hmm, who has such a murderous aura!" Han Zhonglin's heart moved slightly.

"It turned out to be him!' Ten Thousand Swords of the 'God Killing' among the top ten masters in the outer courtyard!"

Wan Jian is sitting cross-legged on a stone, his eyes closed, and his right hand is holding a sword, as if he is in retreat!"

"It is worthy of being one of the top ten masters in the outer court, much stronger than in more than a year, and has reached the peak realm of the fourth layer of qi refining. ”

Han Zhonglin retracted his divine sense, and was about to turn around when a dull sound suddenly came from the hut.

"Who?"

A black figure rushed out of the hut, it was Wan Jian. Just now, when Wan Jian was in retreat, he suddenly felt a trace of divine sense, and then he rushed out of the house.

"Who? Please come out and see you!"

Wan Jian shouted a few words, but no one showed up, just now he had already released his divine sense to probe the surroundings, but he found nothing.

"Could it be that person has already gone away?" Wan Jian frowned: "This person can silently break into my situation, and cultivate to be only higher than me, who is it? It must not be a few of them, they are in retreat in the Valley of Wind and Cloud, how can they have the leisure to do sneaky things, could it be that there are other masters?"

There are not many people in the outer courtyard who can be listed as opponents by his Wan Jian, and there are several masters in the outer courtyard who are familiar with each other, which is also the reason why Wan Jian guessed that there are other people.

"Could it be a spy from a foreign sect?"

Wan Jian was shocked in his heart, and the sword in his hand couldn't help but clench a little.

He was alert to the wind and grass around him, but after a long while, that aura did not appear, and Wan Jian was really relieved.

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